[ INT. Clara's place ]
The Doctor: The Satanic Nebula!
The Doctor: Or...the lagoon of lost stars... or we could go... to Brighton! I've got a whole day worked out.
Clara: Sorry, but as you can see, I've got plans.
The Doctor: Have you?
Clara: Look at me.
The Doctor: Yeah, OK.
Clara: No, no, no. No. Look at me.
The Doctor: Yep, looking.
Clara: Seriously?
The Doctor: Why is your face all coloured in?
[ INT. class ]
Danny: 7.15. Meeting me. You are. Date. Second one.
Clara: Got the words out. Not in the right order, but, hey... maths teacher!
Both: Out.
[ INT. Clara's place ]
The Doctor: Are you taller?
Clara: Heels.
The Doctor: What, do you have to reach a high shelf?
Clara: Right, got to go. Going to be late.
The Doctor: For a shelf?
Clara: Bye!
[ PHONE RINGS ]
Clara: There you go, you've got another playmate.
The Doctor: Hardly anyone in the universe has that number.
Clara: Well, I've got it.
The Doctor: Yes, from some woman in a shop. We still don't know who that was.
Clara: Is that her now?
The Doctor: There are very few people that it could be.
[ PHONE CONTINUES TO RING ]
Clara: Don't.
The Doctor: Why not?
Clara: Because, if you answer it, something will happen.
The Doctor: What?
Clara: A thing.
The Doctor: Huh. It's just a phone, Clara. Nothing happens when you answer the phone.
[ INT. room ]
[ THE DOCTOR SCREAMS ]
[ CLARA SCREAMS ]
Clara: Doctor?
The Doctor: Don't touch it.
Clara: Where are we? How did we get here?
Psi: Who are you? Sorry, what's going on? I don't understand.
Saibra: Argh! What is that thing?
The Doctor: It's a memory worm.
Clara: What happened to your face?
The Doctor: Deletes your memories.
Clara: Did you see her face?
Saibra: How did I get here?
The Doctor: The same way we all did, but we've all forgotten.
Saibra: And who are you?
The Doctor (O.C.): I am the Doctor, a Time Lord from Gallifrey. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.
Clara (O.C.): I am Clara Oswald, human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will. Do I really have to touch that worm thing?
The Doctor (O.C.): Yes, you do. And change your shoes. You're next, Psi.
Psi (O.C.): I am Psi- augmented human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.
Saibra (O.C.): I am Saibra, mutant human. I have agreed to this memory wipe of my own free will.
[ BEEP ]
[ WHIRRING ]
Architect (O.C.): This is a recorded message. I am the Architect. Your last memory is of receiving a contact from an unknown agency. Me. Everything since has been erased from your minds. Now, pay close attention to this briefing.
Architect (O.C.): This is the Bank of Karabraxos, the most secure bank in the galaxy. A fortress for the super-rich. If you can afford your own star system, this is where you keep it. No one sets foot on the planet without protocols. All movement is monitored, all air consumption regulated. DNA is authenticated at every stage. Intruders will be incinerated.
Architect (O.C.): Each vault, buried deep in the earth, is accessed by a drop-slot at the planet's surface. It's atomically sealed, an unbreakable lock. The atoms have all been scrambled. Your presence on this planet is unauthorised. A team will have been despatched to terminate you.
Guard (O.C.): This is bank security. Open up.
Architect (O.C.): Your survival depends on following my instructions.
Guard (O.C.): Open up and you shall be humanely disposed of.
Saibra: There's another exit.
Architect (O.C.): All the information you need is in this case.
The Doctor: What are you doing?
Psi: Downloading.
The Doctor: Ah. Augmented. Nice.
Architect (O.C.): The Bank of Karabraxos is impregnable.
Guard (O.C.): Please stand away from the door. We do not wish to hurt you before incineration.
Architect (O.C.): The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached. You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos.
[ INT. office ]
Delphox: Report.
Guard (O.C.): Sorry, hello? Who is this?
Delphox: This is Ms Delphox, Head of Bank Security. I sent you to investigate an off-world intruder.
Guard (O.C.): Did you? I was wondering what we're doing here.
[ INT. room ]
Guard: We found these amazing worms
[ WORM SQUEAKS ]
[ INT. Teller's room ]
[ SHE EXHALES ]
Delphox: Unwelcome guests. We're going to need the Teller.
Delphox: Are you hungry, boy?
[ INT. corridor ]
The Doctor: OK, OK, OK. Stop, stop, stop. Far enough. Augmented human. Computer augmented, yes? Mainframe in your head?
Psi: I'm a gamer. Sorry, who put you in charge?
The Doctor: You're a liar. That's a prison code on your neck.
Psi: I'm a hacker slash bank robber.
The Doctor: Good. This is a good day to be a bank robber. Mutant human. What kind of mutant?
Saibra: Like he says, why are you in charge now?
The Doctor: It's my special power - what's yours?
Saibra: I touch living cells, I can replicate the owner.
Clara: Your face, when we first saw you
Saibra: I touched the worm.
Clara: You can replicate their clothes too?
Saibra: I wear a hologram shell.
The Doctor: Human cells. DNA from a customer, maybe? A disguise to get us in?
Clara: We're actually going to do it? Rob the bank?
The Doctor: I don't think we have a choice; we've already agreed to.
[ EXT. Bank ]
The Doctor: How long can you maintain the image for?
Porrima: For as long as I like.
[ INT. Bank ]
The Doctor: Question one. Robbing banks is easy if you've got a TARDIS. So why am I not using it?
Clara: Question two, where is the TARDIS?
The Doctor: OK, that probably should be question one.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
Computer: Banking floor locking down.
Porrima: They know we're here.
Computer: Banking floor locking down.
[ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ]
Porrima: What is that?
The Doctor: I don't know. Hate not knowing.
Delphox: Excuse me, sir. I regret to say that your guilt has been detected.
Customer: What? That, that's totally ridiculous.
Delphox: Is it, sir? Well then, we will certainly double-check. The Teller will now scan your thoughts for any criminal intent. Good luck, sir.
[ HIGH-PITCHED TONE ]
The Doctor: Interesting.
Psi: What is?
The Doctor: The latest thing in sniffer dogs. Telepathic; it hunts guilt.
Clara: What about our guilt?
The Doctor: Currently being drowned out.
[ MAN GROANS ]
Clara: What's he doing?
The Doctor: If he has a plan, he's trying not to think of it.
Psi: Ever tried not thinking about something?
Clara: No.
Porrima: You may have to.
[ MAN GROANS ]
Delphox: Ah, criminal intent detected. How naughty. What was your plan? Counterfeit currency in your briefcase, perhaps?
Customer: No, not at all. For God's sake.
Delphox: It doesn't really matter, we'll establish the details later. The Teller is never wrong when it comes to guilt. Your account will now be deleted, and obviously your mind. Suppertime.
[ PIERCING WHINE ]
[ HE GROANS ]
The Doctor: It's wiping his mind. Turning his brain into soup.
Delphox: Your next of kin will be informed, and incarcerated, as further inducement to honest financial transactions.
[ HE SCREAMS ]
Clara: We've got to help him.
The Doctor: He's gone already. It's over.
Clara: He's in agony, look at him.
The Doctor: Those aren't tears, Clara. That's soup.
[ WHINE STOPS ]
Delphox: Account closed. Take him away. He's ready for his close-up.
Delphox: Apologies for the disturbance. Everyone have a lovely day.
[ INT. Bank - Deposit Booth ]
[ BEEP ]
Computer: Deposit booth locking. Please exhale. Your valuables will be transported up from the vault.
Psi: If he can break in here and plant this thing, then why does he need our help?
The Doctor: Depends what the thing is.
The Doctor: OK, well, I'm no expert, but fuses, timer. I'm going to stick my neck out and say b*mb. Bank schematic. Now.
[ BEEPING ]
[ INT. office ]
Delphox: So, the man we captured on the banking floor wasn't the target.
Guard: Four visitors just entered a safety-deposit box.
Delphox: The greatest bank in the galaxy. Our reputation must remain secure. The Director will blame us. We'll be fired: fired with pain.
[ INT. Bank - Deposit Booth ]
The Doctor: The floor below is all service corridors, the veins and arteries of the bank.
[ BEEPING ]
The Doctor: He wants us to blow through the floor.
Saibra: Well, we'll die if we do that.
The Doctor: Well, not necessarily. There must be a plan.
Clara: What if the plan is, we're blowing up the floor for someone else? What if we're not supposed to make it out alive?
The Doctor: Oh, don't be so pessimistic. It'll affect team morale.
Saibra: What, and getting us blown up won't?
The Doctor: Well, only very, very briefly.
Psi: Er, no. No way. You can do you what you like. I'm going to take my chances out there.
Clara: Psi.
Psi: No, no, no. This guy, your mate, is a lunatic.
The Doctor: What do you want, Psi, more than anything else? Whatever it is, it's in this bank. You agreed to rob the most impregnable bank in history. You must have had a very good reason. We all must have. Picture the thing you want most in the universe, and decide how badly you want it. Well?
Psi: Still don't understand why you're in charge.
The Doctor: Basically, it's the eyebrows.
[ BEEPING ]
[ PULSATING ]
[ RAPID BEEPING ]
[ BEEPING INTENSIFIES ]
[ BEEPING STOPS ]
The Doctor: Nice. Dimensional shift b*mb. Sends the particles to a different plane. Come on then, Team Not Dead.
[ INT. Bank - outside Deposit Booth ]
Guard: Open up.
[ INT. Cellar ]
Saibra: Well, so, what are we supposed to do now? What's the plan?
The Doctor: I don't know. The Architect set all this up. It should make sense. My personal plan is that a thing will probably happen quite soon.
Saibra: Ah, so that's it. That's your plan?
The Doctor: Yep.
Saibra: A thing will happen?
The Doctor: A thing. Probably.
Clara: Hey, Psi.
Clara: Doctor.
The Doctor: There you go. Thing time.
Clara: How does he get the cases here?
The Doctor: By breaking into the bank in advance of breaking into the bank.
Clara: Well, how did he do that? And if he can do that, why does he need us?
The Doctor: Not our problem.
Psi: Well, what is our prob-prob-prob-prob-pr?
Clara: You OK?
Psi: Drive glitch. It's fine.
The Doctor: Guilt is our problem. Guilt, in this bank, is fatal. The Teller can hear it. Ever since that first case was opened, we've been targets. The more we know about why we're here, the louder our guilt screams. That's why we wiped our memories. For our own safety. Now, once I open this, I can't close it again.
Psi: Would it be safer if only one of us learned it?
The Doctor: I'm waiting for you to volunteer.
Psi: Er, why me?
The Doctor: Because you didn't need that memory worm, did you? You're half-computer. You can perform a manual delete. You can clear your thoughts.
Psi: OK.
[ BUTTON BEEPS ]
Psi: I don't know what it is. You may as well have a look. Well, what are they?
The Doctor: Not a clue.
Saibra: Hmm, interesting.
The Doctor: What is?
Saibra: You're lying.
Psi: Er, why would he be lyi-lyi-lyi-lying? Ugh. Sorry. Stress. Drains the batteries.
The Doctor: Interface with this.
Saibra: Do we have time for this?
The Doctor: Well, why not? There's no immediate thr*at.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
Computer: Warning. Intruders detected.
The Doctor: I should stop saying things like that.
Computer: Intruders detected.
The Doctor: Clara, you stay with Psi. Saibra, let's go and investigate.
Computer: Intru...
[ BEEPING AND WHIRRING ]
Psi: Oh-h! Storm dust.
Clara: You can delete your memories?
Psi: Yeah, it's not as fun as it sounds.
Clara: I've got a few I wish I could lose.
Psi: And I lost a few I wish I hadn't. No, I was, I was interrogated in prison. And I guess I panicked. I didn't want to be a risk to the people close to me, so
Clara: You deleted your friends?
Psi: My friends, anyone who ever helped me, my family.
Clara: Your family?
Psi: Of course my family.
Clara: How could you do that?
Psi: Well, I don't know. [ HE SIGHS ] I suppose I must have loved them.
[ INT. corridor ]
The Doctor: Aren't you going to ask me?
Saibra: Why did you lie? Those hardware things, you know what they are.
The Doctor: Exit strategy of sorts. How did you know I was lying?
Saibra: I've had a lot of faces, I find them easy to read.
The Doctor: Quite a gift.
Saibra: Gift?
The Doctor: It got us in here.
Saibra: Mutant gene. No one can touch me. If they do, I transform. Touch me, Doctor, and you'll be looking at yourself. I am alone.
The Doctor: Why?
Saibra: Could you trust someone who looked back at you out of your own eyes?
[ MUFFLED GROAN ]
[ GROANING CONTINUES ]
[ RUNNING FOOTSTEPS APPROACH ]
Clara: Oh, my God. Why is he even still alive?
The Doctor: I don't know. But someone is watching.
Psi: Doctor. However this goes, whatever happens, don't let me end up like that.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
Computer: Intruders on the service level. Intruders on the service level.
The Doctor: Now this says place to hide.
[ INT. Teller's room ]
Saibra: Where are we?
[ HISSING ]
The Doctor: Nobody move. Nobody say a word. It's cocooned. Forced hibernation. Its power is probably dormant.
[ SHOUTING OUTSIDE]
The Doctor: Clara. It's locked on to you. It may still be asleep. Don't wake it.
Clara: OK. How do I not do that?
The Doctor: Keep your mind blank. Block everything. Once it locks onto your thoughts, it won't let go.
[ LOW GROWLING ]
[ HIGH-PITCHED WHINE ]
The Doctor: It's waking up. Keep blocking your thoughts, Clara. Don't think.
Psi: This way.
Saibra: Oh.
Psi: Saibra!
Clara: She's still in there. How do we get her out?
The Doctor: It's scanning her brain.
Psi: Then what?
The Doctor: Soup.
Clara: Then help her!
[ SHE WINCES ]
The Doctor: Saibra!
Saibra: What should I do? How can I get away?
The Doctor: It's rooting through your brain. It's tasting all the secrets stashed inside. Any moment now, it will finish its sweep and start feasting on what's left.
Saibra: And then I become one of those things we saw sitting in a cage?
The Doctor: Yes.
Saibra: Can you not get me out?
The Doctor: I'm sorry. I don't know how, once it's locked onto your thoughts.
Saibra: Exit strategy. That means what I think it means, right?
The Doctor: Atomic shredder.
Saibra: Painless?
The Doctor: And instant.
Saibra: When you meet the Architect, promise me something. k*ll him.
The Doctor: I hate him, but I can't make that promise.
Saibra: A good man... I left it late to meet one of those.
[ SHE SCREAMS ]
[ GROWLING ]
[ ROARING ]
[ INT. Bank - outside Vault ]
The Doctor: Right, vault. That's clear. What's not clear is what we do now.
Clara: Hey. You OK?
The Doctor: No, I'm an amnesiac robbing a bank. Why would I be OK?
Clara: Because Saibra...
The Doctor: What? Saibra is dead, we are alive. Prioritise if you want to stay that way.
Psi: Oh, is that why you call yourself the Doctor? The professional detachment.
The Doctor: Listen. When we're done here, by all means, you go and find yourself a shoulder to cry on. You'll probably need that. Till then, what you need is me.
Clara: Underneath it all, he isn't really like that.
Psi: It's very obvious that you've been with him for a while.
Clara: Why?
Psi: Because you are really good at the excuses.
The Doctor: Another gift from the Architect. Shall we unwrap it?
[ INT. Teller's room ]
Delphox: The unbreakable bank. We must locate them. And Director Karabraxos must not know. When people get fired here, it's messy. Release the Teller into the tunnels.
[ INT. Bank - outside Vault ]
[ HE WINCES ]
Psi: Right, the system looks like it's time-delayed. There are twenty four lock codes I need to break.
[ GROWLING ]
Clara: Doctor? It's coming. We're trapped.
The Doctor: Psi, how long?
Psi: As long as it takes.
The Doctor: It's locked on to one of our thought trails. We have to split up, minimise the brain signals.
Psi: What happened to your professional detachment, Doctor?
Clara: No, no.
Psi: In case it finds me. It's my choice.
Clara: You don't use that, OK? Promise me.
Psi: Time to run.
[ INT. corridor ]
The Doctor: Separate!
[ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ]
[ INT. Bank - outside Vault ]
Computer: Vault box opening. Vault box opening. 24, 23, 22, 21, 20, 19, 18, 17...
[ INT. corridor ]
[ SHE PANTS ]
[ HEAVY FOOTSTEPS ]
[ GROWLING ]
The Doctor [ in mind ]: Keep your mind clear, Clara. Keep your mind blank.
[ ROARING ]
Clara: Argh.
The Doctor: Clara!
[ BEEPING]
Psi (O.C.): Come on! Come and find me! Every thief and villain in one big cocktail. I am so guilty! Every famous burglar in history is hiding in this bank right now in one body. Come and feast! Clara? For what it's worth, and it might not be worth much, when your whole life flashes in front of you, you see people you love and people missing you. Well, I see no one.
[ HIGH-PITCHED WHINE ]
[ HE SCREAMS ]
[ INT. Bank - outside Vault ]
Computer: Three, two, one. Failed. Vault unlocking failed.
[ SHE GRUNTS ]
Clara: It's not opening. Psi... he d*ed for nothing.
[ SONIC SCREWDRIVER BUZZES ]
The Doctor: Multiple locks. Last one still in place.
The Doctor: Atomic seal. Unbreakable, even for me. The Architect would know that. He wouldn't bring us all this way for nothing.
Clara: And get two people k*lled.
The Doctor: Exactly. There must be some logic.
Clara: Some logic?
The Doctor: Come on, Architect. What else have you got?
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
[ INT. office ]
Delphox: Report, please. What was the disturbance?
[ INT. Bank ]
Guard: Solar storm. Getting worse. Interfering with our systems.
[ INT. Bank - outside Vault ]
The Doctor: A storm. [ BEEPING ] The storm's tripping the system. That's what he's got, a storm.
Clara: How would he know when a storm would hit?
The Doctor (laughing): Of course. Stupid, stupid Doctor. Of course, of course.
Clara: Of course, what?
The Doctor: Whoever planned all this, they're in the future. This isn't just a bank heist, it's a time travel heist. We've been sent back in time to the exact moment of the storm, to be in exactly the right place when it hits, because that's the only time the bank is vulnerable.
[ CLUNKING ]
Computer: Vault unlocked.
The Doctor: The bank is now open.
Computer: Vault unlocked.
The Doctor: Come on.
[ INT. Bank - Vault ]
The Doctor: It explains why we're not here in the TARDIS.
Clara: Sorry, what?
The Doctor: The solar disruption would have made navigation impossible. The one time the bank is vulnerable is the one time we can't just land.
Clara: Doctor? The code. The code that was in the last case. Look. Tech.
The Doctor: Technology. 251. Find it.
Clara: Tech.
The Doctor: It's a neophyte circuit. I've only ever seen one once before. It can reboot any system, replace any lost data.
Clara: Psi. That's what he came for, his reward.
The Doctor: So what did Saibra come for?
The Doctor: Gene suppressant.
Clara: She wanted to be normal.
The Doctor: Everyone has a weakness. So the big question is this. What did we come for?
Clara: PV.
The Doctor: Private vault. Karabraxos's own fortune?
[ INT. office ]
[ GROWLING ]
Delphox: Intruders are most welcome. They remind us that the bank is impregnable. It's good for morale to have a few of you scattered about the place, preferably on view.
Delphox: Are you ready for your close-up? If you're thinking of ways to escape, the Teller will know before you've even made a move. You'll never be bothered by all that thinking again.
The Doctor: Useful species.
Delphox: Last of its kind, and we've signed an exclusive deal.
The Doctor: Must be noisy inside its head. Painful to listen to so much chatter, so many secrets. Must drive it wild. How can you force it to obey?
Delphox: Oh, everything has a price tag, I think you'll find.
[ THUNDER CRASHES ]
Delphox: The storm's getting worse. The customers are leaving. Director Karabraxos will be concerned. Our jobs will be on the line.
The Doctor: You're scared.
Delphox: Oh, I'm terrified. I have the disadvantage of knowing Karabraxos personally.
The Doctor: If you don't like your boss, why stay?
Delphox: My face fits. Now if you'll excuse me, I must take the Teller to its hibernation. You two, dispose of our guests.
The Doctor: Don't do this. I'm having a very bad day, and I do not want to be pushed around.
Guard: You're wrong.
The Doctor: Wrong?
Guard: It's not that bad a day. And you're being very slow.
The Doctor: Why are you undoing my handcuffs?
The Doctor: Saibra?
Psi: It looked like death. It was actually a teleporter.
Clara: Oh, my God.
Psi: Good, eh? You think we're dead, so the Teller thinks we're dead, and we play the creature at his own mind games.
The Doctor: No, no. Wait, wait, wait, wait. What? Sorry, sorry, what? You, you, you're, you're alive?
Saibra: Yeah, we're alive. Look at us. We're all alive.
The Doctor: No, no, no, no. Not dead. Alive.
Psi: There's an escape ship in orbit. Takes you right there. Oh, and there's this big blue box. Is that yours?
The Doctor: Well, this is good, I suppose. You'll be able to resume the mission. Gene suppressant. Antidote for your condition.
The Doctor: Memory giver. All your yesterdays.
The Doctor: There you go. Job done, paid in full. Clever old Architect.
Saibra: Very clever.
The Doctor: I still hate him.
Saibra: Me too.
Psi: How were you paid?
The Doctor: I don't know. There's something in the private vault.
[ INT. Cellar ]
The Doctor: What's that?
Psi: Supply line. It's the only oxygen down to the private vault. There's another one for water, for basic life support.
Clara: What, for a private vault?
The Doctor: Someone likes to hang out with their wealth.
[ INT. Bank - Private Vault ]
[ MUSIC PLAYS: Overture To The Abduction From The Seraglio ]
The Doctor: Director Karabraxos? Excuse us, but we've come to rob you. So if you want to put your hands above your head, or
Karabraxos: Or? You didn't bring any weapons. That's a bit of an oversight. Security, Karabraxos here.
The Doctor: You're Karabraxos?
Karabraxos: One moment.
Delphox (on screen): Director Karabraxos, is there a problem?
Karabraxos: Intruders in the private vault. Send me the Teller. I want to find out how they got in, and then I want to wipe their memories.
The Doctor: She's a clone.
Karabraxos: It's the only way to control my own security. I have a clone in every facility. Get on it right away.
Delphox (on screen): Yes, of course.
Karabraxos: And then hand in your credentials. You're fired, with immediate effect.
Delphox (on screen): But please, I've been in your service
Karabraxos: Ever since the last one let me down and I was forced to k*ll it. I can't quite believe that you're putting me through this again.
Karabraxos: My clone. And yet she doesn't even protest. Pale imitation, really. Ha! I should sue.
Clara: You're k*lling her? You just said
Karabraxos: Fired? I put all of the used clones into the incinerator. Can't have to many of moi scattered around.
Psi: Sorry, you don't get on with your own clone?
The Doctor: She hates her own clones. She burns her own clones. Frankly, you're a career break for the right therapist. Shut up. Everybody, just, just shut up.
Karabraxos: And what is this display now, as amusing as you are?
The Doctor: Shut up. Just shut up, shut up, shut up, shutetty up up up. What, what did you say? What did you say? What did you say about your own eyes? De-shut up. Say it again. SAIBRA: How can you trust someone if they look back at you out of your own eyes?
The Doctor: I know one thing about the Architect. What is it that I know about the Architect? I know one thing. Something that I've known from the very start.
Clara: What?
The Doctor: I hate him. He's overbearing, he's manipulative, he likes to think that he's very clever. I hate him! Clara, don't you see?
The Doctor: I hate the Architect.
Karabraxos: What in the name of sanity is going in this room now?
The Doctor: We're getting sanity judgment from the self-burner. Do you mind if I borrow a little bit of paper?
Karabraxos: And what are you doing now?
The Doctor: I'm giving you my telephone number.
Karabraxos: Why?
The Doctor: Well, I thought you might like to call me someday.
The Doctor: Sorry, I thought we were getting along famously. Am I, like, misreading the signals or something?
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
The Doctor: Oh, that was a big one, wasn't it? I think that your bank is about to close for good, Karabraxos. If I was you, I'd get going. Don't mind us, we'll just stay here and burn.
[ ALARM BLARES ]
[ SCREAMING ]
The Doctor: Hard to know what to take. The greatest treasures of the universe in just one suitcase.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
Clara: Doctor, what's the plan? Is there a plan?
Saibra: We can use the shredders and get us back to the ship.
The Doctor: They're not shredders, they're teleports, and that's not the most interesting thing about them.
Saibra: So what is?
The Doctor: There were six of them. Hey. Give me a call me some time.
Computer: Doors opening.
Karabraxos: You'll be dead.
The Doctor: Yeah, you'll be old. We'll get on famously. You'll be old and full of regret for the things that you can't change.
Computer: Doors closing.
Psi: Doctor, what the hell is going on?
Clara: Are you remembering?
The Doctor: No, not a thing. But I'm understanding.
Clara: What? What is it? What are you understanding?
The Doctor: I'm not sure yet. I need my memory back. And I think there's only one way to do that.
Clara: Which would be?
The Doctor: Soup.
Clara: Soup?
[ LIFT DINGS ]
[ GROWLING ]
The Doctor: Hello, big man. Peckish?
Clara: Doctor!
The Doctor: No, no. Let it take me. Let it read me. It's the only way.
Clara: It will k*ll you.
The Doctor: What have I told you about pessimism? That's it, that's it. There are so many memories in here. Feast on them. Tuck in. Big scarf, bow tie, bit embarrassing. What do you think of the new look? I was hoping for minimalism, but I think I came up with magician. In the last few days, there's been a block. Can you see the block? Tell me why I'm here. Show me why I'm here. Show me!
[ INT. Clara's place ]
[ PHONE RINGS ]
The Doctor: It's just a phone, Clara. Nothing happens when you answer the phone.
[ INT. Clara's - Bedroom ]
Karabraxos: Doctor?
The Doctor: Hello?
Karabraxos: You gave me this number. My name is Madame Karabraxos. I was once the wealthiest person in the Universe. I need your assistance. I'm dying, with many, many regrets. But one, perhaps, you may be able to help me with.
[ INT. Clara's place ]
The Doctor: It's a little detour. It's a, it's a job, I've got to do it for someone. Come on.
[ INT. TARDIS ]
The Doctor: We need to rob a bank.
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Clara, I need worms.
[ VWORP! VWORP! ]
The Doctor: The Bank of Karabraxos has never been breached.
The Doctor: Architect.
TARDIS (distorted): Architect.
The Doctor: Architect.
TARDIS (distorted): Architect.
The Doctor: Architect.
TARDIS (distorted): Architect.
The Doctor: Architect.
The Doctor: You will rob the Bank of Karabraxos.
[ INT. Bank - Private Vault ]
The Doctor: Did you see why we came? Why we're here? We had to delete our own memories, otherwise you'd have known, and then she'd have known, because you were mentally linked. But she's gone now. They've all gone. They have no power over you now. You can do exactly what you want to do now. Exactly what you've always wanted to do.
Psi: It knows the combination.
The Doctor: Of course it does. It was linked to Karabraxos.
Clara: What exactly are we doing here? That thing k*lled people.
The Doctor: Well so might you do, to protect everything you loved.
[ WAILING ]
The Doctor: There she is. Not the last of its species. The last two.
The Doctor: It's OK, it's OK. It's all right.
Saibra: Exit strategy. We've got six shredders.
The Doctor: Exactly. This wasn't a bank heist. It never was. It was rescue mission for a whole species. Flesh and blood: the last currency.
[ THUNDER RUMBLES ]
The Doctor: Time to go home. What do you think of that, big man?
[ ROARING ]
[ EXT. ]
The Doctor: So much mental traffic in the universe. Solitude is the only peace.
[ INT. TARDIS ]
The Doctor: Gioffre Borgia, mucho scary hombre, says to me, what do you think of our Leaning Tower of Pisa? I say, it looks OK to me.
Psi: If you ever need help with another bank heist
Clara: Yeah, it's not really his area.
Saibra: See? I don't have your face now.
The Doctor: Yeah. I kind of miss that.
Saibra: Oh, shut up.
The Doctor: 7.12, local time, as promised. Go and enjoy yourself. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Clara: It's a date. You know, I've just realised. I'm going out for another meal now.
The Doctor: Don't worry. Calories consumed on the TARDIS have no lasting effect.
Clara: What? Are you kidding?
The Doctor: Of course I'm kidding. It's a time machine, not a miracle worker. Bye, bye.
Clara: See you. Don't rob any banks.
The Doctor: Don't rob any banks what?
Clara: Without me.
The Doctor: Course not, boss.
The Doctor: Robbing a bank. Robbing a whole bank. b*at that for a date.
Are you OK?
Yeah, course I'm OK. Why wouldn't I be OK?
I don't know. Every time I see you, it's like you're...
What?
In a rush. In a state.
How's you? Sorry I'm late!
Who are you having dinner with?
I can't keep doing this. I can't do it.
The next few days are all about you. I promise.
I'm the new caretaker. John Smith.
Welcome to Cole Hill, Mr Smith.
Thanks.
Problem. Solution. Destroy.
08x05 - Time Heist
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Time and Space traveling adventures of a Gallifreyan Time Lord only known as "the Doctor" and his companions.
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